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Georgia parry Jun 2018
Reading over old poems and I’m thinking,
I used to care so **** much
Like everything to me was so intense, I’d be having normal day and something extremely mild would annoy me immensely and I’d just crack daily,
I used to be so broken
my soul was eggshells and my heart was always in pain when I tried to fall asleep at night all I’d feel was rain, of blood of tears thunder screaming my fears lightning flashing my life
Not like there was ever anything worth the blinding light that shattered my darkness, and brought me back to my pain...
I’m bad at titles so I’m now putting them as numbers
Georgia parry Jun 2018
I'll love myself even if that means breaking my own heart to fix it myself,  I will not let someone else put back the wounded pieces of my soul, I am not fragile but I am not steel I am human and I am real I have emotions, scars and wounds, I have a spirit a soul a brain, I am nothing to be given away, while what lies in others eyes is respect for themselves and not the earth on which they walk, I have done nothing but adore, adore every leaf as it turns from a glorious green into an amber red or seized the warm summer air  before the days of bitter cold rain, but yet I will endure every heartbroken moment and every single butterfly flutter I will alow my eyes to see city lights as beautiful and allow myself to stare at the stars in its almighty form I will whisper with the wind and scream with the waterfalls.
I will alow me to be me and nothing less of who I am ment to be
So ***** your so called reality

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